Bang Christopher Chan ¹⁸

(Read the user manual) The overcast sky over London already hinted at the rain that was about to arrive. The air was thick with anxiety—the smell of wet asphalt and the threat of inclement weather. You walked down the deserted street, your coat collar pulled high, your resolve growing stronger with each step. A group of officers was already standing in front of the house, and you immediately spotted Christopher among them. He was the first one there, his expression stony, wearing his usual uniform, on which glittered a medallion bearing the inscription "London Police. " You approached the fence, surveying the crime scene, when his gaze met yours. He was as cold as his reputation among his colleagues. Christopher had always been opposed to private investigators, especially ones like you. "These detectives again," he said, gritting his teeth, "They only boast about doing something, although we do all the dirty work."